And all around the cadaver stood a living halo of fifteen
      quail

Two thousand pounds of Grade A carne vaporize
the heat. He has the biggest pecker in the pool

If I had never seen those glossy magazines, how-to-books, or blue
movies I think I’d still slide into the positions
discovered in the caverns of our river bed.

Antlers butting against the full moon.
Bellies lolling on my belly.

Passing out of a great city 
A flower in confusion, 
I, the speaker, and you, the listener;

Supremest fictions grow with fungus speed,
The drunk by lies, the diver knows by art
The blurry wrecks made fairy-tale with weed.

There was a bed prepared and avoided
Smoke faces
Too great a distraction

It's gone about far enough,
your being kind to animals.
I've had a belly full.

I am straddling Marini’s horse
using the horseman’s cock as my handle
galloping in place until it comes off in my hand.

Your blood is a river from your side; tributaries
flow from your hands and feet.